Page 18 of The Devil's Mercy

“I liked the guy who gave a shit about me and wanted me,” Cal stated. “Not the one who’s been using me like his own personal fleshlight.”

“Fleshlights don’t come too.”

“Aodhan. Are you really going to stay angry? I just told you what you wanted.”

“I’m not so easily satisfied.”

This wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Titus was right. Aodhan operated on instinct, not reasoning, which meant he wouldn’t let up until he wanted to.

Or…

Until someone else made him.

“Titus.” Cal was always too exhausted and embarrassed to talk to the older man whenever he helped him. That was most likely another mistake. But…what were the odds that the director was also in the room, watching? “Mercy.”

Aodhan let out a frustrated growl, but he didn’t start fucking into him again, remaining still with his cock buried all the way to the hilt as time seemed to freeze around them.

Calix held his breath, unsure what to do next or whether or not he’d done the right thing at all. But one thing was clear, even if nothing else was. Aodhan wasn’t in charge here.

Titus Mercer was.

A million and one questions raced through his mind, but Cal bit down on his tongue, forcing himself to remain silent until he was given a clue. Speaking out of turn now might set him back to square one, and he really didn’t want that.

“Well?” Aodhan finally broke first. “Are you begging or not, Detective? Want someone to save you from the big bad devil at your back?”

It was either the doctor’s way of leading him where he needed to go, or he was fucking with him in the wrong direction to be an asshole. Unfortunately, Cal was out of time and couldn’t waste precious seconds trying to suss out which way Aodhan was trying to play this.

“Yes,” Calix licked his dry lips, wincing at the cracked sound of his voice. “Yes, I am. I’m begging.”

“For what?” Aodhan asked.

“…Mercy.” That’s what the doctor had called him, Cal was sure of it. And not just about that, Aodhan had spoken to Titus with care and maybe even something deeper. Something that could be considered akin to love.

If it hadn’t come from a complete and total psycho.

Which was what Aodhan was. Only a psychopath would trick someone into falling for them, only to betray them like this.

And all while they had another lover on the side.

Or, that probably wasn’t accurate.

Judging by what Titus had told Calix,hewas the sidepiece, not the director.

“He’s your Second, isn’t he?” Obviously that was the case. Titus was a Connect and Aodhan had to be his first chosen bondmate. “The reason you’re confident enough to let us sleep together is because he’s already bonded to you.”

There was a soft rustling sound somewhere on the other side of the room, and Cal tilted his head toward it, unable to make out much of anything else when Aodhan suddenly stepped away from him completely.

Cal hissed as that cock was dragged out, then waited, almost not believing when he was left empty and the hook wasn’t replaced. He was sore, could feel fluids dripping down his thighs, yet his dick didn’t soften any, even with the attention to his prostate gone.

He floundered, struggling on his tiptoes a second before the chains holding his arms up were lowered half an inch. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for his feet to fully touch the cold ground. The massive sigh of relief left him in a whoosh, one he wasn’t even embarrassed about, but he tensed all over again when he felt the doctor’s warm presence move around him.

“I’ve got to leave for my shift, Detective,” Aodhan sounded disappointed. “You owe me one for not letting me come first. Now I’ll have to spend the rest of my day hard for you.”

A snap of anger flashed through him, almost making him growl a reply, but he caught himself. Cal pressed his mouth into a firm line, not daring to respond to that accusation, lest the inch he’d just been gifted be taken back.

Aodhan chuckled and then chucked him under the chin with a single finger. There were kissing noises, like they were making out right in front of Cal, and then a moment later, the sound of the door opening and closing came, followed by a thick silence.

One he wasn’t buying for a second.

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